American Tax Officer

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"Do you think I don't want that? Director Obadiah is dead set on protecting him. It's already quite a feat that he allowed you guys at the branch office to make a decision about this tax case,"

"Fine, let it be so, let's keep in touch!"

After ending the call with Brown in New York, Bellamy's mouth curled upwards in a sneer, coldly saying, "Hmph, this is the price of arrogance!"

Without a doubt, he was quite satisfied with the decision made by the senior officials at the head office.

If David isn't willing to disclose the method to get a hold on GCO Corporation, then this is what happens to him—don't even think about getting a penny from our Long Beach District!

Putting aside his thoughts, Bellamy immediately called Trollope in and asked, "How is it going, what is David's gang up to now?"

"These guys have a strong sense of counter-surveillance. They vanished for a good while after leaving our office, but just now, our system caught him leaving a coffee shop on Puth Avenue."

Bellamy frowned in dissatisfaction, "Keep a close eye on him for me, don't let him play any tricks in our Long Beach area."

"Don't worry, Chief Tax Officer, he's on our turf now. With no people, no system, and no channels, he won't be able to stir up any trouble."

Trollope didn't seem to think there was anything to worry about.

"Anyway, that guy has some stuff, it's better to be careful with everything."

Let's not talk about David barging into the Indian Tribe armed.

But being able to bring down the high officials of Sparks and Henderson, he must possess some exceptional skills.

Bellamy felt that it would still be good to take precautions.

At 10 PM, at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Room 1011.

David was lazily lying on the sofa, watching the news on TV when suddenly the doorbell rang. He immediately stood up and opened the door.

"Good evening, sir. This is something someone wanted to deliver to you."

A hotel staff member had arrived, passing a document envelope to David. David thanked him, closed the door, and started checking the contents.

A few minutes later, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The envelope was precisely what Trevicon had sent over, and inside were the details of the origin of the $80,000 and the account information into which it had been deposited.

It seemed that Trevicon had, after all, made a wise choice!

With this information, David might not be able to bring down Ducray, but at least he now held some leverage over him.

Next, it would be seen if the guy from YA Company would also make a wise choice!

Time moved on to 11 PM.

David's doorbell rang again, he opened the door to see another hotel staff member, just like before, handing him another document envelope.

After checking the contents, David finally showed a smile.

Indeed.

This envelope was from the deputy tax director of YA Company. It looked like this guy, like Trevicon, had made the correct choice after weighing the pros and cons!

With these two documents in hand, David would head to the Long Beach Branch tomorrow with confidence!

The next morning at nine o'clock.

After getting up, David brushed his teeth and washed his face, then he and Nisen Simmons Bucky went to the hotel's dining hall for breakfast before heading to the Long Beach Branch.

Long Beach Branch.

"Chief Tax Officer, after leaving the coffee shop yesterday, David went to the Long Beach International Center and then returned to the hotel..."

Inside the office, Bellamy had just arrived and was listening to Trollope's report.

But at that moment, there was a knock on the door. An Inspector came in and reported, "Chief Tax Officer Bellamy, David has arrived, currently seeking a meeting with the Director."

Bellamy was taken aback, then a contemplative look appeared on his face.

Trollope, on the other hand, waved his hand to dismiss the Inspector and then wondered, "What do you think David is meeting the Director early in the morning for?"

"Don't know. Keep an eye on this and let me know immediately if there is any news."

For some reason, Bellamy suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

Logically, now that the tax case with GCO had been frozen by them, the clearest course of action for David would be to hurry back to Nevada State and focus on collecting more tax achievements.

Yet not only did the other party not return immediately, but he also lingered here for the night and this early in the morning he was at their office.

It just didn't seem quite right...

While Bellamy was still guessing, David, after waiting half an hour, was finally taken to Ducray's office.

"Director David, do you know how large the economy is in the Long Beach District? I have to deal with endless matters every day, so let's get to the point!"

Actually, he hadn't planned on seeing David at all, but David sent a message that if he didn't meet, the head office would immediately convene a meeting about him, which made him resentfully agree while also being quite annoyed.

He wanted to hear what kind of meeting the head office could convene about him!

David didn't indulge him and directly slammed the two documents he had brought onto the desk, then took a seat confidently.

Such an impolite gesture made Ducray want to erupt, but as soon as he glanced at the two documents, he had to suppress his anger and pick them up to look at.

Yet, as he started reading the contents of the first document, surprise began to spread across his face, and he immediately grabbed the second document.

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